Bartley Secondary School: English Prelim 2 - Paper One
I guess I screwed up my English composition. The title was "Describe your favourite time and why"
Well.. Here goes -
My thoughts ran wild. Just leave. no. You know you want to leave, and besides, you need the time to relax. That's not true! Think of your television, laptop and mp3. You can't possibly forsake them for four hours of boring lesson! You have a point there.. but I will not be daunted by temptations. Trying to be a good boy? Discipline has never been your virtue. I'm cultivating it right now. Unradical and stupid. I'm not. Yes, you are. Shut up. I pondered over my thoughts and wondered if I should give in to temptations.Before I knew it, the grandfather clock struck three pm. Never in my wildest dream would I have expected Mrs Tan to be our mentor for the day. My face screwed up automatically upon seeing Mrs Tan. Gossips were hushed and replaced with groans. Almost immediately, silence reigned over the once chattery classroom."Bags by the side and mark your attendance," bellowed Mrs Tan as she pointed her index finger at one corner of the class, "I want silence and total vigilance!" she continued with darkened face that glimmered with danger. Her fierce nature never failed to maintain silence.That marked the start of my evening lessons, I felt foolish, sitting alone on the hard and uncomfortable wooden chair. Within seconds, I felt drowsy and weary. Listening to the droning voice of Mrs Tan could only be described in one word, "boring". Her voiced trailed away while time continued to run. With every passing moment, I delved deeper into the land of dreams. Mrs Tan's voice felt like a natural sleeping pill.Little did I know that I would be released much earlier than the rest."Derrick, you may leave earlier today," said Mrs Tan, the entire class gazed at me in awe, "and make sure you study for your preliminary examinations tomorrow," she commanded while continuing with her lesson.I woke up from my slumber, realizing that she had yet to notice me dozing away in her lesson. I was astounded and filled with total disbelief. I pinched myself to confirm this reality, the sharp pain I felt next was all that was needed to make me grab my bag. With one last glance at the grandfather clock, I dashed out of the school at breakneck speed.The dust covered grandfather clock with its rusty hands had been my faithful companion ever since the introduction of my evening lessons. Every single day, I would look forward to the time when the clock showed seven pm. This was my favourite and most anticipated time as it was only during this time that I am released from my prison-like school.I smiled from ear to ear. It had been a pleasant surprise that day, something I would not mind going through again. Four hours meant a lot to me, especially when I spent like twelve hours in school daily.Even though I enjoyed being released earlier, seven pm still remained to be my favourite time, for this was the moment when my buddies and I left the school together. Our favourite past time was to rush downt he stairs and press every button on the lift panel to slow down those int he lift from reaching the ground floor. Childish indeed, but this never failed to bring laughter to my buddies and I. Curses and vulgarities would often be hurled at our group and we simply shrugged it off.Seven pm marked the end of of my "naptime", the time when I squeezed amongst commuters from all walks of life and also the time when I could finally leave for home, thus it is my favourite time.Whenever the grandfather clock struck seven, I would rush to the bus-stop and get on the first bus that came my way. Getting on the bus required a certain skill. The skill of balancing and pushing. Firstly, I would have to push my way into the bus due to the unrelenting and selfish crowd of commuters. Next, I maintain my balance by looking for suitable objects, usually people's hair or someone's tee shirt. Tedious though this skill may seem, I am proud to proclaim that I have managed to mastered it. Credits goes to my school, for releasing me at seven pm, thereby training me to master such a skill. Thus, seven pm has grown to be my favourite time.My house bell went "ring ring..." as I punched on it impatiently. Realizing that no one is at home, I fumbled with my keys and opened the door in no time. Slamming the door behind me, I lay down on my sofa and gazed at my cellphone only to see that it showed seven pm. A huge grin spread across my face as I reminisced the thought of being released much earlier that the rest of my classmates. I thought about the happenings in school at that time when my friends were released. Sabotaging other people in the lifts, cracking jokes together. I had to forsake those experience for that day. Nevertheless, I would be in the company of friends again in no time. Seven pm is my favourite moment.- and that was the end of my story. Hope it didn't bore any of you to death. Errors are plentiful I admit, and this piece of work isn't something that I'm really proud of, but rather, ashamed of. Nevertheless, I'd be glad to receive comments & criticism.
